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3/29/10

Miniature scientist men
snuck through the cobweb canyons of my mind,
lacing veins full of venom.
Purple serum poison
coursed through the pipeline
to the decision making main frame.
Tiny evil blimps
dropped bombs in my brain
to destroy the righteous doves that remained,
until I strained no more
giving in to the slow
black
fade...

I am a calculating killer commando
firing shots from my self righteous rifle.
My reputation piercing rounds
rip holes
in innocent souls.
I am a menacing mercenary
marching with pride
under false disguise.
I am a verbal assault samurai
wielding words like warrior swords.
I am a mind's eye murderer
taking lives in my spare time
with judgment in my eye.
I am a lowly snake.
I'll swallow you whole
with no control.
No questions,
no judge or jury,
no sentence or parole,
just a slippery fall
into my stomach walls.
I am a heartless vulcher.
I am a ruthless jackal.
My sharpened tongue slashes
and gashes your chest.
It rips your lungs wide,
takes your breath and pride.
With labored breathing you look to my face
hoping for an ounce
of mercy,
finding no trace,
for kindness never comes from darkened eyes.
Instead jagged jaws fall
with sledgehammer strength,
clamping and crushing,
slicing and dicing your flesh.
Teeth tear skin from brittle bone,
marrow exposed,
stench festers
from gaping holes.
Finally the scaffolding of your legs
crumple lifeless and fold
under the two ton weight of hate.

3/26/10

With just a few words,a line ofnouns and verbsstrung together by the devil on your shoulder,whispering into your ear,drunk on pridelike you've had too many beers.Thesewords that go outare more like spearsand knivesthey spring up from the content of what's insideof your heart.Your mouth throwing dart after dartat the target of the heartof your brother.

///12/09

-I wrote this just thinking of how rude and hurtful I've been with people in the past. And also how hurtful people have been to me at times. We can be capable of some really degrading words sometimes, words that can cut deep and take time to heal.

WELCOME

My wonderful wife encouraged me to start this blog. Although I don't call myself a poet, this is mainly an outlet for my poetic writings. I'm more interested in what sounds good and what flows than in structure. It is a work in progress and far from perfect. I welcome your comments, whether constructive or critical, I'm always interested in what people think. ..."I have spread my dreams under your feet, tread softly, because you tread on my dreams". -W.B. Yeats